lundi 16 février 2009 23:41
my fingers smell of baby.
which is part of the reason why i couldnt head down to jordan's wake. but i do hope sincerely that he has found peace and is at somewhere wonderful.
well, my sister has sacked her confinement lady, apparently, and then she is over at our house to stay with the baby. hence, im not allowed to go anywhere that may affect the baby's well-being, not that im say, insulting jordan's wake or anything, but after all, funeral wakes and babies just do not seem compatible.
i would jsut like to dedicate this to you, just this once, regardless of what others might view of it.
jordan, i hope you can hear this, i never got round to talk to you when i visited you at the icu. and about that, i have to say, you have a great overwhelming shield of family and friends.
you are blessed.
i jsut want to tell you that, everytime you laughed at me eating and pigging away in lectures, i was never annoyed, in fact, they were well-valued moments. it goes to show that, somehow, you valued me too.
i especially liked the fact that we did a project together overnight, working hard, towards the breaking of dawn.
it was fun having being teasted by you too, about queenie, but still, the both of us aren't a thing anyway.
the last time i went for lecture, you asked me for tutukuehs, i never got round to treating you to one. i hope you get tutukuehs as good as the ones from school, where ever you are now.
stay strong, jordan.
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